#dracobeingaqueen

Harry potter was afraid of heights. He used to love the feeling of being above everything, sitting on top of the Dursleys’ house , the wind in his face, blowing away every worry he had. He loved it even more when he discovered quidditch, the rush of flying was indescribable, it used to thrill him every single time he rose up to the sky. 

But slowly, heights became something like a taboo. The escape from privet drive, Hedwig dying, Moody dying. The astronomy tower, Dumbledore dying. The numerous escapades during the horcrux hunt on brooms (and dragons), more people dying.

He wasn't scared of the heights, he was scared of what the heights brought, death mainly (nightmares too). No one commented on his reluctance to play quidditch after the war, or on the fact that he stopped doing his daily laps around the pitch. When he graduated, there were questions asking if he would pursue a professional quidditch career, he denied all of the offers, choosing to take a few years off with his boyfriend Draco. 

His Husband Draco, he corrected himself with a contempt smirk on his face. Draco was the one beautiful thing he had with life for a long time. After the war, they depended so heavily on each other that it raised many eyebrows, but Harry didn't carry he loved Draco with everything he had.

He turned his head over to face Draco, absorbing the absolute beauty that is his. Today was the second to last day on their honeymoon before they would go back to magical Britain and take up their promised positions as professors at Hogwarts. Today was also the day that Draco had taken up full responsibility for planning, not that he didn't plan the days before as well, but today he insisted on it, refusing to let Harry in on any of the details.

Musing on what his husband could be up to, he absently traced his fingers along the spine of Draco’s, slowly rousing him to begin their day together.

He was excited for today, and Draco took forever to get ready.

 /break\

It was around two when Draco gave his odd request of blindfolding him, he obliged, of course, the morning was spent perfectly already and he couldn't wait to see what else Draco had planned. He happily allowed Draco to tie the blindfold around his eyes and apparate him away. 

Instantly, something in him shifted, it was as if the location had triggered a warning system inside of him. The wind in his face, the unsteadiness in his footing, he was way above ground and he did not like it one bit. 

He could feel his blindfold being slowly taken off as Draco came to wrap his arms around him, steadying him. His suspicions were proven to be correct as he surveyed his environment around him. 

A thin bridge connected the two mountains, beneath it a beautiful blue lagoon flowed peacefully. He appreciated the view very much so, but as he saw someone plummeting to the water from the bridge, he immediately reached towards his wand to cast an arresto momentum. 

Before the spell could come out of his mouth, he felt his husband's hand on his, as he whispered into his ears, “wait.”

He obliged his husband, hoping that there wouldn’t be any death today, Draco wouldn't let someone die...right?

Focusing on the person instead of the memories that come with the situation, he realized that there was a rope tied around their feet. Was this some weird muggle torture devise invented when he was in the wizarding world?

Why did Draco bring him here? Didn't he know he hated heights? They were on their honeymoon for god’s sake!

And then it all clicked, it was a bungy jump. Something that he had long crossed off his bucket list once fifth year ended, his eyes zeroed in on the sign on his right, the Bloukrans Bridge, Western Cape, South Africa.

Draco loosened his grip on his arms once he realized that the statue was not going to be broken and shifted on his feet nervously. 

“Why...did you bring us here?”

“The war took something away from you and replaced it with fear. Harry you love flying. Don’t give me that look I know you do. And the war took that away from you, Remember how we used to have seeker matches on the pitch and… I’m not going to force you if you don’t want to but I know you miss flying… and I know you can bring yourself to go up...and so this is me offering to do it together...conquering your childhood dreams and your teenage nightmares?”

And he was right, Draco was always right. Harry longed to fly again, he longed to fly again without the screams plaguing him. And maybe this was the way?

“I know it may seem it be sudden, the whole plunging towards the water affair... but I thought we could approach this Gryffindor-style, you know? Going all in without regard for absolutely anything? Your style?”

Harry smirked at the subtle jab at him. 

“There’s even a couple packages if you're up for it?”

Shakily, Harry took Draco’s hand and pulled him to the counter, signing them up for the highest jump of them all.

“That one Harry? Are you sure your frail heart can take that?”

“Gryffindor-style, right? Scared Malfoy-Potter?”

Draco: Really? What's wrong Harry?

Harry: I just got a call from Teddy's school, he's being teaching the kids to say 'shit'

Draco: I wonder if Potter is gay

Pansy: I thought you pride yourself at having a good gaydar

Draco: I have no idea anymore. My gaydar gets confused with my pleasebegaydar.

Blaise: lmao me, i need someone with a good gaydar to run it on the golden trio

Draco: Harry

Harry: Draco

(draco under veritaserum)

questioner: what did you desire the most during the war, Mr. Malfoy?

draco: (turns to harry) you actually, im gay

(Draco plugs in the aux cord and I'm Coming Out by Diana Ross plays)

draco:

harry: ... are you ... you know...

draco: ...are you...?

(harry's hand slowly slipping towards draco's)

harry: ...yea